Wish on a Shooting Star
by Indigo Skye
Summary: It's a normal situation in this household, but what will occur when Germany has to go to war? Will Italy remember the wish he made when he was only small? Germany x Italy and HRE x Chibitalia.
1. Wishing and the Ordinary

_As the sky's brightness dimmed, and the stars woke up from their usual slumber, two very young nations turned to face eachother. _

_"Holy Roman Empire... you won't leave me, will you?" Chibitalia asked with his premature voice. "I'll be lonely... we won't be able to draw together... we won't be able to swim together... Holy Roman Empire, I..." _

_Holy Roman Empire's finger raised to Chibitalia's lips, silencing him. "Why do you think about me leaving you? I won't ever leave you. I'll be by your side for ever and ever." Chibitalia's face lightened, giggling. _

_"Holy Roman Empire, you promise you won't leave?" Chibitalia asked again._

_"I promise." Holy Roman Empire answered, the pitch of his voice rising and falling. Chibitalia looked up to the stars, but Holy Roman Empire didn't notice. He gazed at Chibitalia for who knows how long. Chibitalia, to him, was a cute and fun friend to have, and he would do anything for him. But there was one obstacle that he had to overcome. Holy Roman Empire had no clue that Chibitalia was actually a little boy, with his little voice and whatnot. What would he do? Would he recoil in disgust? Would he not mind at all? That wasn't on their minds at that moment. All they were thinking about were eachother. _

_Chibitalia jumped up suddenly, pointing his little arm towards the sky. "Holy Roman Empire! Look, look! A shooting star!" he pointed out, overcome with joy and surprise. _

_"Yes? What about it...?" Holy Roman Empire wasn't familar with the whole 'wishing' situation with shooting stars._

_"If you make a wish when a shooting star flies past, it'll come true for sure!" Chibitalia explained, tugging lightly at Holy Roman Empire's sleeve. _

_"Really?" Holy Roman Empire stood still for a moment, eyes closed, humming slightly as he thought of something that he wished to become reality. He re-opened his eyes, and looked back at the sky. The shooting star has disappeared._

_"What did you wish for, Holy Roman Empire?" Chibitalia gladly asked, before stopping himself. "Oh! I forgot! You can't tell anyone else the wish, or it won't come true!" _

_Holy Roman Empire sighed with relief. "I hope your wish does come true." he said, smiling from the heart. Chibitalia nodded eagerly._

_"It will come true, I know it!" he was so keen for his wish to come true, it made Holy Roman Empire chuckle heartily. Subconsciously, Chibitalia's hand found Holy Roman Empire's and squeezed it childishly. In a matter of seconds, a light-pink mask overcame Holy Roman Empire's face. _

_"Hm? Are you okay, Holy Roman Empire?" Chibitalia asked quietly, thinking he had suddenly become ill from the cold night. _

_"N-No! I'm perfectly fine." he said sheepishly, still holding on Chibitalia's hand. "Shall we go back now?" Chibitalia nodded in agreement. _

_"Let's go back." he repeated, leading Chibitalia back to the large house. Even after they got back into the house, Holy Roman Empire still didn't let Chibitalia's hand go. He felt if he did, who knows what could get between them, both mentally and physically._

"Doitsu! Let me cook you some pasta!" Italy begged, close behind Germany as he works at his desk. The amount of paperwork to be filled out today was ridiculous. Towers of paper were piled upon Germany's desk, with only a bit of space to actually write.

"I'm not hungry, Italy." Germany repeatedly refused to eat. If he didn't finish his paperwork in 2 days, goodness knows what would happen to him and his position. "Please, Italy, leave me to do my work."

"But I want to eat pasta with you, ve!" Italy kept trying to get Germany to eat pasta with him, but Germany wasn't interested. "Pleeeease?" Germany sighed loudly.

"Alright, but just a small bowl." he gave into Italy at last. Italy was ecstatic!

"Yaaay! I'll go get cooking the pasta, ve!" Italy bounced out of the room, down the corridor and into the kitchen.

"He is unusually energetic today..." Germany muttered to himself, before carrying on filling in his paperwork. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, just as Italy was going to tip the hot water out of the large pot, his left hand slipped on the handle and the whole thing toppled onto him! The hot water was at boiling temperature, and Italy screamed loudly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Italy screamed over and over, both of his legs stinging unbearably. Before you could say "Blind goose", Germany was out of his chair, down the corridor and in the kitchen. Italy was curled up into a ball on the floor, his screams dying down slowly.

"What happened in here?" Germany picked up the boiling pot and put it on the counter, while grabbing a cloth and starting to dry the floor.

"It _stings_..." Italy stuttered, tears gliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the tiled floor.

"Italy, don't cry, I'll help you once the floor's dry." Germany said calmly, the floor now dry. "Can you stand up?"

Italy shook his head fiercely, shaking violently. Germany scooped Italy into his arms and carried him to the bathroom. Germany sat Italy down on a little stall that had been hiding behind the sink for God knows how long. Italy shuffled his trousers down over his feet childishly, flinging his legs about to make the trousers land the opposite side of the bathroom. Germany sighed, getting a fluffy white towel from the boiling cupboard and covers Italy's legs with it.

"I'll go get an ice pack." Germany left the room swiftly, leaving Italy to whimper on his own. Germany soon came back, a blue ice pack in one hand and a piece of tissue in the other. He wrapped the ice pack with tissue, and placed it on one of Italy's legs.

"Eep!" Italy winced instantly, a stinging sensation emitting from his leg.

"It'll feel better in a minute, Italy." Germany said soothingly, ruffling Italy's head. Italy's face went a light pink, as he gripped Germany's wrist.

"Don't go." Italy said quietly, holding Germany's wrist to his cheek. Germany stood still for moments, his mind spinning.

"Alright..." he sighed again, sitting on another stall next to Italy. "Why do you look so scared...?" Italy stayed silent for a few moments, clutching onto Germany's sleeve. Italy shrugged.

"I... don't know..." he replied after a few minutes. Germany placed the stall infront of Italy and sat on it again, putting his hands on Italy's shoulders.

"Italy, even if you don't want to, please smile." he encouraged softly. "It's strange, seeing you all scared and depressed..."

Italy's head snapped up, staring at Germany. "... Really?" Italy asked hoarsely. "You don't normally say that to me, Doitsu." Germany chuckled heartily.

"Because you're not normally sad and depressed." Germany smiled. He really did. Italy's heart fluttered, his face lighting up. Italy smiled from ear to ear.

"Now I have to start again with the pasta, ve!" Italy stood up, the towel falling to the floor. Germany sighed.

"Trousers." Italy quickly pulled the trousers up and walked out of the room, limping slightly. Germany frowned.

_How am I going to tell him...?_


	2. A Sudden Goodbye, and a Sweet Goodbye

Chapter 2

Later that day, at dinner, neither of them talked much. Sometimes Italy'd laugh at something totally different, but Germany stayed silent. Italy soon noticed, and placed his fork and knife down on the table. Germany looked up, seeing a concerned look on Italy's face.

"Doitsu, why aren't you talking to me?" Italy asked sheepishly, fiddling with his fork. "You're not often this down." Germany sighed after a moment of thinking.

"I'm not hungry anymore." Germany rose from the table, leaving a plate with pasta still on it. He hardly ate anything. Hurt, Italy curled into a ball on the wooden chair and let Germany leave the room silently.

"I hope he isn't ill or anything bad..." he muttered. Meanwhile, Germany sat on his bed, hunched over. A large, leather suitcase behind him was half-packed, filled with things like clothes, a toothbrush, and one photo. Just one. It was when him and Italy first formed an alliance together. Italy, as usual, was exploding with happiness and joy, while Germany stood there, looking serious and strict. Italy's face was bright and full of excitement, while Germany's face was stiff and neutral. Suddenly, the door burst open, rebounding against the wall, and a certain man pounced on Germany. Germany thought this strange, because Italy never usually pounced on him. Not like that, anyway. Germany unhooked Italy's arms from his waist and pushed Italy away from him huffily. Italy wasn't balanced, and bounced off the wall, yelping slightly.

"Oww..." Italy muttered, rubbing the back off his head. "S-Sorry, Doitsu..." He spoke in small whispers, almost inaudible. Even Germany was a bit suspicious about that.

"Italy, get up." Germany started to haul Italy off the floor from under his arms. Italy squeaked loudly, causing Germany to stop and drop him immediately. "What's wrong with you, Italy?" Germany asked sternly, glaring at Italy. He stayed huddled on the floor, wincing at the tone in his voice. "Well?" Germany asked again. Italy stood up slowly, brushing down his jacket. He looked up at Germany.

"I think something's wrong with you." Italy finally said. "You're not acting right... It's not funny. Why won't you look at me?" Germany's eyes had wandered off, looking as if Italy wasn't even there.

"Italy... I..." Germany sighed, looking at his feet. "I'm leaving. To go to war." Italy stayed silent for several moments, before asking.

"...What?"

"You heard me! I'm going to war and I'm going to fight against the Russians!" Germany said sternly, turning away.

"Doitsu, wait!" Italy grabbed onto his sleeve, before Germany swatted him away as if he was a bug. Germany left the room swiftly, the door slamming behind him. Italy stared at the floor.

"DOITSU, WAIT!" Italy cried at the top of his lungs, sobs starting to choke his vocal chords. Germany quickly shoved his suitcase into his car, got into the driver's seat and started the engine. Italy ran out of the house, screaming.

"WAAAAAIT!" Germany adjusted the mirror, seeing a sobbing Italy on the road behind his car. "DON'T LEAVE ME!" Before he could scream another word, Germany drove away. Italy couldn't believe what just happened in the past 5 minutes. His best friend, leaving Italy's life for goodness knows how long. _Alone_, Italy thought.

Alone.

_"Holy Roman Empire! Please, wait for me!" the young nation cried, his apron tangling around his little legs. "Why?" he cried again. Holy Roman Empire turned around, cape waving in the breeze. "Holy Roman... Empire..." Chibitalia sniffed. _

_"I'm sorry... but I must go and fight for my country..." he said solemnly, a mask of guilt on his face. When he started turning around, Chibitalia cried out again._

_"When will I next see you?" he asked hopefully. Holy Roman Empire's eyes widened in surprise at the question._

_"... Soon." he smiled, taking in the beautiful sight of his best friend. Chibitalia smiled childishly but with happiness. "Take this..." he held out his push-broom. Holy Roman Empire hesitated, before standing infront of Chibitalia and taking hold of the broom. "I feel I must give something to you..." he said, tilting his head._

_"Kiss me." Chibitalia said. Holy Roman Empire gasped, but soon ducked his head and kissed Chibitalia. The kiss was short, sweet and gentle, just how Holy Roman Empire expected Chibitalia to be. He pulled away first, before smiling from the heart at Chibitalia. He walked away, after his soldiers. Chibitalia waved his arm._

_"I'll see you soon, Holy Roman Empire! I'll make you lots of treats for when you get back!" Holy Roman Empire turned around to wave at Chibitalia, tears welling up in his eyes. _

_"Goodbye, friend!" Holy Roman Empire cried back, before following his soldiers away. Chibitalia stood alone, staring at the spot where Holy Roman Empire stood._

_"See you soon, Holy Roman Empire." he whispered._


	3. Consoling

Chapter 3

_Chibitalia worked all day, as Holy Roman Empire was not there. To Chibitalia, there was nothing better to do than work as his best friend had left. Austria, his master, soon noticed._

_"Italy, why don't you take the day off?" Austria asked generously. He never usually let workers take the day off, but seeing as Chibitalia's best friend had left, it was the nicest thing to do. Hungary agreed with Austria. _

_"You can go rest." she advised Chibitalia, patting him on the head. Chibitalia smiled at the two adults before leaving the room. Hungary and Austria looked at eachother._

_"Poor Italy..." Hungary mumbled with a pitiful look on her face. "I don't think he knows that Holy Roman Empire has a possibility of not coming back..." Austria hushed her before she could carry on._

_"Let's not talk about that now." he said quietly. Chibitalia could easy hear through the walls, with his young ears. He will come back, Chibitalia thought to himself. I know it, Holy Roman Empire will be safe and he'll return to me and we'll draw together, having fun! _

_Austria and Hungary weren't as sure as Chibitalia. They would be surprised if he did come back, but they would also be surprised if he didn't. Death and loss is a shock, even if you've prepared for it. How many times have nations been through loss? Many times, like in the Revolutionary War between America and England... wait, that hasn't happened yet? Right, back to the story. _

_Chibitalia quickly got changed into some bedclothes and climbed under the covers. Thoughts and memories about Holy Roman Empire swirled around his head in a blind dash. For every memory, a tear welled up in his eyes. Very soon, he overflowed and cried into his pillow, wailing like a very small child when they drop their icecream. _

_"H-Holy... Roman... E-Empire! Come baack~..." he choked between several sobs. Hungary and Austria stopped discussing Chibitalia when they heard muffled wails coming from down the hallway._

_"I'll go see." Hungary said quickly before leaving, rushing down the corridor, and tapped lightly at his door._

_"Italy...? Can I come inside...?" the only reply she got was louder wails and sobs. Hungary opened the door slowly, light flooding into the dim room. She looked towards the heap underneath the blanket and sat on the side of the bed. _

_"It's okay, Italy..." she consoled Chibitalia, letting him cry into her shoulder as she caressed his head, making 'shh' sounds quietly. "There, there... he'll be alright, don't you worry... he'd rather be with you than go to Heaven."_

"Doesn't he want to be with me...?" Italy muttered to himself. "I know it's war, but... I could've helped him. He doesn't trust me, does he?" He fiddled with his fingers, suddenly nervous. "Will he come back? Will he...?"

_Right,_ he thought. _He will come back._ Surprisingly, he realised that in less than 24 hours, he managed to burn his legs with hot water, be healed by Germany, and witness Germany leaving his life for goodness knows how long. _Weird. _Surely the other countries had known? Surely they would have told him by now? Or maybe... maybe the war was such short notice, they didn't get a chance to?

No, wars are properly organised by the countries' leaders. It wouldn't be as short notice as that, really! But... remember World War II? The Blitz were unexpected... poor England. Being attacked that dramatically surely would have been a horrible experience for him and his people. Italy paused.

Shit! Germany's up against Russia. Not good. Not at all. Russia may look cute and huggable on the outside, but on the inside, he's some blood-thirsty psychopath! Germany's going to have a tough time fighting him. Well, he has a hard time fighting most people in the world. He looks tough, but really, he doesn't want to fight... that's what Italy thinks. Italy jumped as he heard a rapid knock on the door.

"Italy! Open the door, already!" a very familiar voice called out, obviously impatient. Italy sighed in relief, as he thought it was some kind of criminal outside.

"The door's open." Italy said. The door flung open, as Romano walked in.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Romano hissed. "I've been trying to call you!" Italy blinked, looked over to the phone, and back at Romano.

"It wasn't ringing." Italy mumbled, confused. Romano sighed, walked over to the telephone and plugged it into a socket.

"Ah." Italy curled up again on the chair he was sitting on. Silence followed.

"... Italy?" Romano sighed, rolling his eyes. "Cheer up, come on." He nudged Italy gently, pulling a chair up next to Italy. "It's not normal, seeing you like this." Italy flinched at the words.

"... Doitsu said that to me this morning." Italy muttered, turning away from Romano.

"... Did that potato bastard do something to you?" Romano slammed his fist against the table in a blind rage. "I swear, the next time I see him-"

"No! No..." Italy interrupted Romano before he could threat him badly. Italy sighed, turning around to Romano. "He's gone off to fight against the Russians, okay? You can go now, if you want..." Romano stood still for a minute or so, before standing up.

"Bye..." Italy mumbled. Surprisingly, Romano walked to the coffee mug that still had some coffee from earlier in it. He poured it into a mug and placed it infront of Italy on the dinner table.

"Have some coffee." Romano urged, sitting next to Italy again. Italy raised his head to stare at Romano.

"...What? Just drink it." Italy took hold of the mug and tasted the warm taste of the coffee.

"Thanks, Romano..." Italy murmured. Romano smiled at his brother, before standing up and leaving the house. "He really is nice. If only he didn't hate on Doitsu so much..."

End-of-Chapter Diary!

Me: Hello, again! This chapter didn't take me too long to write, surprisingly. I started it at about... 3pm and finished at 7:30pm... not bad, I must say so myself.

Germany: It's still quite short though...

Italy: Yeah! I thought you said you were going to try and write longer chapters!

Me: Look, guys! I tried, alright! Go hate on me somewhere else, thanks.

Italy: You know we were kidding, Ai, ve~...

Germany: I didn't appear in this chapter at all.

Me: FFFUUU- That's because you're off at war, someplace else!

Italy: And you made me all sad and mopey, Ai!

Me: ... I included Hungary and Austria in this chapter, aswell! I really like them. Hungary's really nice in this chapter.

Germany: Sigh, we'll see you next chapter.

Me and Italy: Ciao!


	4. If Only

Chapter 4

A whole month went by after Germany left. Italy just sat at home, eating cold pasta and lying on the soft sofa. Many times, Italy cried himself to sleep in the dead night. How was he going to get through his loss? Italy vaguely remembered that time where his long-lost friend left him to go to war...

Italy snapped up straight in bed, staring into the darkness. Whenever Italy thought about 'him', he'd wake up and call for Germany.

"Germany... Germany!" Italy called, waiting for a faint shuffling noise on the landing. But what followed his calls was silence. He hated the darkness, so he threw himself under the duvet and whimpered. _If only Germany were here, _Italy thought. Subconsciously, he slapped himself in the face.

"I need to stop thinking about him! He'll be back soon!" Italy muttered forcefully. He was oblivious to the fact that tears were rolling down his cheeks.

Germany wasn't having a good time either. His chances against Russia were dropping fast, and his men weren't at their best. Russia's tactics for war were witty, and Germany had no clue on how to get around them. An image of Italy popped up in his head.

"... Italy." Germany whispered. "Italy." He raised his voice slightly. He clenched his fists and rammed them against his eyes, to get rid of the pooling tears. His actions made the bunk bed shake, and the soldier below him mumbled something about 'dignity'.

"I'll be back soon, don't worry..." Germany whispered to himself, hoping Italy would somehow listen, even if they were thousands of miles apart.

_"Where are we going, Miss Hungary?" Chibitalia asked. _

_"To buy you some new clothes!" Hungary said in a cheery tone. "Won't that be fun?"_

_"Yes! But... can I keep these ones?" Chibitalia held the hem of his little dress and apron. Hungary winced. _

_"... Alright." Hungary finally said, opening the front door. "Come on now, Italy." Chibitalia nodded and walked next to Hungary, leaving the house. _

_They quickly found a shop that sold expensive, frilly clothes for children. "They will suit you better than that dress!" Chibitalia blinked. Does Miss Hungary not like my dress?, he thought. He was lead into the shop._

_"This one looks nice!" Hungary held up a set of brown leggings, a white frilly shirt, a brown tunic and black boots. Chibitalia tilted his head. _

_"They're different to the clothes I wear." he pointed out._

_"Yes, yes, but these ones will suit you better!" Hungary didn't really want to point out that Austria only found out that Chibitalia was a boy, and he felt ashamed at the fact that he made him wear dresses and aprons. "Don't look so upset, Italy!" Hungary gently pulled on Chibitalia's soft cheek. He didn't want to wear tunics and leggings. He wanted to wear his familiar green dress... it had a slight scent of Holy Roman Empire on it. The suit was thrusted infront of Chibitalia's face. _

_"Go try this on in the fitting room over there." Hungary vaguely pointed to a door on the other side of the elegant shop. Chibitalia quickly went and got changed into the suit. _

_"You look adorable, darling!" one of the shop's assistants said, clasping her hands over her mouth. Chibitalia blushed lightly. Hungary could tell what he was thinking._

_If only Holy Roman Empire was here to see Chibitalia grow up._


	5. There's No One Here but Me

**This chapter is basically about Germany's time at war - Sorry, no Chibitalia x HRE in this chapter for you! :D And this chapter is based on one of my favourite songs, Soldier Side by System of a Down. GO LISTEN TO IT. This is set a few months after chapter 4. ^^**

_Dead men lying on the bottom of their graves  
>Wondering when saviour comes?<br>Is he gonna be saved?_

The once bright and luscious green field was now dull and grey. Lifeless corpses were spread out on the land, their vital fluids scented heavily. One man stood tall and confident in this No Mans Land, though inside he felt fear and regret. It was a risk he had to take. People die in war, there's no doubt about it. How could he not feel horrible?

_Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life?  
>Maybe you're a joker?<br>Maybe you deserve to die. _

He was out-numbered. Guns were ready to be used. This man, Germany, raised his hands shakily. He took a deep breath before straightening his back and looking around at all the Russians surrounding him.

"I surrender." he said loud and clearly, hands still above his head. One of the Russians, a large man wearing a thick coat and a long light-pink scarf, stood infront of Germany. He chuckled menacingly, putting his hand on Germany's head.

"Oh no, Germany. I want to find out who wins." Russia said, that fake smile on his face. "You won't leave me now."

_They were crying when their sons left,  
>God is wearing black.<br>He's gone so far to find no hope  
>He's never coming back.<em>

Germany looked up at Russia, fear plastered on his face. "What do you mean by that...?"

"I mean that we won't stop fighting until we, no, I win." Russia answered cheerily, before drawing a hand from behind his back, revealing a faucet made of heavy metal. Without taking his hand off Germany's head, he raised the faucet, ready to slam it down on him. Germany knew what was going to happen.

_They were crying when their sons left,  
>all young men must go.<br>He's come so far to find the truth  
>He's never going home.<em>

Germany fell to the ground with a thud. No one bothered to check for a pulse or spit on him, the Russians only followed their leader away from this land. Silence followed.

_Young men standing on the top of their own graves,  
>wondering when Jesus comes,<br>are they going to be saved?_

_Cruelty to the winner  
>Bishop tells the King his lies.<br>Maybe you're a mourner?  
>Maybe you deserve to die.<em>

The crimson fluid that was so familiar to Germany leaked from his temple, his temperature dropping fast.

_They were crying when their sons left,  
>God is wearing black.<br>He's gone so far to find no hope  
>He's never coming back.<em>

_They were crying when their sons left,  
>all young men must go.<br>He's come so far to find the truth  
>He's never going home.<em>

Why did he surrender? Was it because he was out-numbered by the Russians, or because he didn't want Italy to hear about his death? Either way, he had lost. He'd lost his reputation, his feelings of pride, and most of all, his life, almost. It was obvious that he had not much time left. He took this time to think about the good past. If only he remembered...

_Welcome, to the Soldier Side  
>where there's no one here but me.<br>People all grow up to die,  
>there is no one here but me.<em>

Germany snapped his head around to look to his right, breathing heavily. He saw a child walk towards him. But why did this child look so familiar? The child wore a large navy blue hat, a blue cape and a navy blue suit. Germany realised that his hair was almost identical to his. The child sat next to him on the dirty land.

"Hello." the child said to Germany. "I lost at war, too." Germany blinked. A child at war? Why was this so familiar, it was starting to scare Germany.

"What's your name?" the child asked.

"Germany..." he managed to mutter. The child nodded approvingly.

"I'm Holy Roman Empire." When Germany heard these words, he gasped. All at once, memories soared through his head at lightning speed.

"I made a promise to my best friend, Italy. I said I'd come back, but I can't now because I've lost my life. It feels like that." Holy Roman Empire said. "I don't want Italy to be all alone. She won't know where I am and it'll scare her." Germany stopped him.

"Italy isn't a girl. Italy's a boy... and he's my best friend." Holy Roman Empire stared at Germany.

"It all makes sense now..." Holy Roman Empire said. "You will take care of him from Heaven, right? He'll be all alone again..."

With that last sentence, Germany felt a deep sorrow for Italy. Germany had left Italy for hundreds of years, only to be alone again.

_Welcome, to the Soldier Side  
>where there's no one here but me.<br>People all grow up to die,  
>there is no one here but me.<em>

Holy Roman Empire spoke again. "I wished on a shooting star for Italy... I wrote it down afterwards so I could always remember and hope it'll come true one day." Holy Roman Empire dug into his little pockets, and brought out a folded up piece of paper. He gave it to Germany, who opened it slowly. His life was almost out.

"_Dear Italy,  
>Remember that shooting star we wished on? I hope yours has come true now! I want you to know what I wished for. I wished for us to be together forever, and I wish it every night. I hope you will return my feelings, because I feel great love for you, and I want us to grow up and get married and have a family... it will be such fun.<br>To me, you're the best person in the entire world.  
>Holy Roman Empire<em>."

Germany lay his head on the ground, smiling. His body felt so heavy... and he let go. Forever. He fell to the level of death, and he was happy that he could finally rest in peace. But Italy...

What will Italy do, since Germany is off the face of this planet?


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